Calamity Crown

Chapter 356 Steal!

The prayer wheel is automatic without wind.

Pale golden light emerged from the prayer wheel, and when special words jumped out of it one after another, bursts of deep chanting began to echo in the plane.

It is different from the scriptures of 'Dalin Temple'.

This scripture is even more uncommon...evil and strange.

Obviously there is a Sanskrit sound, but it carries a life-threatening.

Xiao Hei didn't care.

Shaking his body, he looked at the prayer wheel, and immediately felt a mouthful of hellfire.

The flames are raging.

The box containing the prayer wheel was directly reduced to ashes.

But the prayer wheel itself is fine.

Not only was it okay, but it became brighter and brighter.

At the same time, another one hidden in the corner also changed.

It was a skull.

Or rather...

Gabala.

Click, click, click.

There were subtle crisp sounds on this piece of Gabala that was obviously not polished, one after another, one after another, the speed became faster and denser.

When the sound became one sound, Gabala flew up out of thin air, and a figure began to slowly emerge.

Starting from the skull of Gabala, the brain, eyeballs, and complete skull with teeth are followed by the body and limbs. However, there is no flesh and blood on the body and limbs, and the skull is extremely limited.

quack.

The half-skeletonized 'human' moves his body.

It walked to the box beside it, and after opening it, it found the scarlet monk's robe and the bright yellow triangular hat.

It put on the monk's robe and hat, walked to the prayer wheel, and picked up the prayer wheel.

During the whole process, Xiao Hei kept attacking.

But it's useless.

Neither the sharp teeth nor the flames of hell are useless to the half-skeletonized 'man' in front of him, and the moment this 'man' picked up the prayer wheel, Xiao Hei was blown away.

No hands, just a sound——

Hum!

Xiao Hei flew out.

Turning over and getting up, Xiao Hei stared at this 'person' fiercely, and whimpered from his throat.

then……

Turn around and run.

It definitely can't beat the opponent.

But, it's okay.

It also has an owner.

Its owner will definitely be able to beat this skeleton monster, and its owner will definitely teach the other party a severe lesson. It must let the other party know that what it means to beat a dog depends on the owner.

Xiao Hei ran away.

The 'monk' did not catch up.

Instead, walk slowly.

When this 'monk' appeared in the sight of Goethe, Xuan Bei and Ling Xiaozi, the old monk and the old Taoist were shocked, and incredulity appeared in their eyes.

"Barda?!"

"How could he be alive?"

The old monk exclaimed.

"Alive?"

"It doesn't look like it's alive, it's just a 'monster' spawned by sorcery... This bastard Zhao Shan really prepared a big surprise for us."

The old Taoist had a serious face, and his eyes were unprecedentedly dignified.

"But such a sorcery...how is it possible?"

The old monk chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, a little puzzled.

"How is it impossible?"

"After all, it is also a two-hundred-year dynasty, and it took advantage of the'natural disaster' to steal the foundation of the previous dynasty. You must know that the previous dynasty has accumulated too many secrets."

"In that Suolongjing alone, there are at least thirteen treasures."

"Not to mention the 'Dragon Slaying Sword' that the one used."

The old Taoist snorted coldly, with a cold murderous look in his eyes.

'Taiyi Mountain' has been enshrined by the dynasty before that dynasty.

The situation that year was completely unexpected.

A year ago, it was just mange.

A year later, it swept the world.

And what about the dynasty at that time?

Still fighting.

Constant infighting.

Everyone knows that internal strife will only destroy the country.

But that group of people is, even if the country is subjugated, they will fight among themselves.

At that time, the "Taiyi Mountain" was deeply enshrined. While the head teacher felt helpless, knowing that there was no way to return to heaven, he also chose to be worthy of his own way, and led the then "Taiyi Seven Sons" down the mountain to perform assassination.

Assassinate eleven of the opponent's generals.

Even the regent king who was in charge of the opposing army was beheaded by the head teacher.

But what's the use?

The seven sons of Taiyi were all killed in battle.

The head teacher was even chopped into meat.

And 'Taiyi Mountain'?

After learning that the head teacher and the seven uncles and uncles died in battle, they directly sealed up the classics and secret biography in the back mountain, leaving seven Taoist boys as fire seeds, and all went down the mountain with their swords on their backs.

That year, Taiyi Mountain was full of plains.

That year, at the foot of Mount Taiyi, blood spattered five steps.

later?

Mount Taiyi was set on fire for seven days.

Of the seven Taoist boys left behind, the two biggest used their bodies as bait to lure away the pursuers of Soushan, entered Taiyi Jue Valley, and detonated the explosives in the valley.

Then, the two deputy chiefs led another wave of pursuers into Taiyi's demon-suppressing tower, activated the mechanism, and led five hundred pursuers to Huangquan.

The youngest three survived.

One of them is Ling Xiaozi's master.

New and old grudges, Ling Xiaozi reversed the floating dust, drew out his sword and was about to attack, but was stopped by the old monk.

Something is wrong!

The old monk instinctively felt something was wrong.

But what's wrong, I can't tell.

And at this time——

"Barda?"

"Is that the Barda I know?"

Goethe asked.

"Well, that's the guy."

The old Taoist nodded.

Every dynasty has a patron saint-like existence.

Even if the dynasty has fallen, it remains the same.

Even, at some point, such a patron saint is stronger.

That's what Balda is.

As the last guardian of the dynasty, before Zhao Jingjue was born, he possessed power beyond ordinary people, and people even praised him for having supernatural powers.

It was also the existence of the other party that allowed the former dynasty to continue living under the continuous 'disasters'.

Until Zhao Jingjue appeared.

At that time, Zhao Jingjue was just a fledgling, but he chose to challenge Balda, who was the national teacher at that time.

And, win!

Although it was only a tragic victory, a win is a win.

Afterwards, while avoiding the pursuit of the previous dynasty, he began to "buy martial arts (species) all over the world".

It can be said that one of the most important reasons why Zhao Jingjue was called the "Sage of Martial Arts" was because he defeated Balda, who was the former national teacher at that time.

"That's right."

"This is it."

"But...he at that time shouldn't be as strong as he is now."

The old monk frowned.

Is Badal strong?

It was extremely strong back then, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was number one in the world, but that was before.

Now?

The emergence of secret martial arts has already broken all this.

Many people think that any fighter who has mastered the 'Absolute Domain' can hang Badal up and fight, but the old monk can be sure, let alone the 'Absolute Domain'.

Even if you have the 'power of the universe', you may not necessarily win against Badal.

The opponent is not strong.

It's kind of... weird!

That's right, it's weird!

The old monk looked at each other and always felt that the other party was 'kind'!

it's out of the question!

The two sides are enemies, how can it be 'kind'?

It's almost the same as saying it's immortal.

The old Taoist frowned and observed, trying to see some clues, he kept counting with the palms hidden under the sleeves of his robes.

And that Badal finally found his target.

"It's you!"

Badal looked at Goethe from a distance, and after a slightly stern voice, he just 'flyed' over.

Or to be more precise: lingkongxudu.

"Walking empty!"

The old monk let out a low cry.

The reason why Badar is considered to have supernatural powers is due to the "body travel" is indispensable. After all, human beings' desire to leave the ground and fly freely has long become an obsession.

Badar was fleeting.

Appearing above Goethe's head, he struck down with one palm.

The wind of the palm is sharp, like a dragon singing and an elephant singing.

The shadow of the palm is like a shadow, constantly zooming in on people's field of vision, as if to block out the sky and the sun.

"Be careful, it's Dragon Elephant Wisdom and Mahamudra!"

The old Taoist reminded, the black and white qi in his hands swirled to form a Tai Chi diagram, which was blocked above his head.

And Badar is spinning in the air.

It was obviously a slap to the head, but it easily turned into a slap around the back.

More importantly, there is no stagnation.

As if everything is going with the flow.

And this palm was still aimed at Goethe.

The old monk clasped his hands together, his whole body shone with golden light, and he stood behind him.

clang!

This palm hit the old monk's chest.

The huge force made the old monk back three steps in a row.

The special strength made the old monk frown slightly.

"Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu and Mahamudra are really well-deserved reputations. Please accept the palm of the little monk from the national teacher."

As the old monk said this, he shook his whole body and struck out with a palm.

This palm hides energy in Sumeru, its strength is as strong as a mountain.

More importantly, the power of this palm will not weaken from the moment it is struck, but will become stronger and stronger until the palm is printed on the opponent.

Mount Sumeru Palm!

One of the secrets of the 'Dalin Temple', it is even more powerful after being integrated into the 'Secret Martial Arts'.

Badar did not dodge or evade, and the Mahamudra counterattacked.

boom!

The old monk swayed and took a step back.

Badal flew out, but immediately flew back again, another slap.

But at this time, the old monk did not fight back immediately.

The Sumeru Mountain Palm is powerful, but it takes a long time to recover energy. Even after it has been integrated into the 'secret martial arts', it no longer needs Zama luck to strike with one palm, but the recovery time is prolonged.

Seeing the Mahamudra arrived.

The old monk was not in a hurry, and continued to recover his luck.

Because there are people around him.

The black and white Tai Chi diagrams appeared again, and the energy of the old Taoist entangled Badal, and then one after another Tai Chi diagrams appeared, long and flat, in various shapes and sizes.

And the old monk who had recovered his breath struck out again.

The tacit understanding cultivated for decades has made the two of them connected.

Immediately, Badal was put at a disadvantage.

Depending on the situation, winning is only a matter of time.

And at this moment, Goethe's cell phone rang.

yes--

Zhao Shan.

"Hello, Brother Zhao."

Goethe greeted with a smile.

"Have you received my brother's gift?"

Zhao Shan was also polite.

"Got it, it's just a little ugly."

Goethe commented on Badal's appearance very pertinently.

Judging from the skeleton, when Badal was alive, he must have looked as mighty as a king kong, but after losing the skin and flesh, only a skeleton remains.

From a psychological and physical point of view.

None of this is pretty.

"It's okay to be ugly, as long as it's useful."

"It's something that has been carefully cultivated for my brother for thirty years. Have you seen that mouse?"

"It's an introduction."

"It was brought out to move."

"It should be playing happily now, right?"

Zhao Shan once again became a "prophet of the unknown".

However, Goethe heard the sound of vomiting blood.

"Brother Zhao, you must pay attention to your body. If you vomit too much blood, you will easily die early."

Goethe said with great concern.

"it's okay no problem."

"The main thing is to let you have fun, brother. It should be almost active, so I'm ready to start the official game-brother, enjoy it. If you can pass this level, give up for brother. If you want to kill it It's up to you."

With that said, the phone hung up.

It was at this time that the old monk and the old Taoist finally discovered where Badal's strange feeling came from.

"Dragon Qi!"

"It's Dragon Qi!"

"It's no wonder that the former dynasty collapsed so quickly in the end. Badar actually absorbed the dragon's energy into his body, and he is not afraid of the backlash... No, you are already dead. You are indeed not afraid, but you will probably be gone in the next life!" The old Taoist looked surprised. , Then the corner of his mouth curled up, and he said: "No wonder you have to be dug out by that guy Zhao Shan after you die. I'm afraid he hates you to the bone."

"Thinking about it now, what happened back then was really strange. I was able to be so stupid that I thought it was those big figures who played with fire and set themselves on fire. I didn't expect that there was a national teacher's handwriting. This is really... really..."

The old monk wanted to comment a few words, but he didn't know what to say.

"The old bald donkey is trouble."

"It's not a good thing anyway."

"You attack on the left, I attack on the right."

"Break this old bone!"

The old Taoist is simply much more straightforward.

However, this time the attack did not work.

Because Badar flew away.

At a faster speed than before, he flew to the other side, and then sat down cross-legged like this, with the prayer wheel in his hand inserted on the lawn, and his hands clasped together.

In an instant, a sense of majesty of the treasure came from the skeleton.

But his face was still grim.

The extreme contrast made the old monks and Taoist priests stop.

Then, they saw an unforgettable scene in this life.

Rats, hares, hedgehogs and other small wild animals came out of nowhere, and ran towards Badal like this, prostrating in front of Badal one by one, like devout believers.

Tens, hundreds, thousands.

densely packed.

Then!

These small wild animals such as mice, hares, and hedgehogs have become 'human beings'.

Someone exactly like Badar.

Half-skeletal, they knelt there, chanting prayers in low voices.

When one person recites sutras, it is only vaguely present.

When thousands of people chant sutras, it is really like thunder.

Amid the thunder, Badar flew up again.

Flying higher and higher, the body is getting bigger and bigger.

The skeletal appearance has also become blue-faced and fangs, but it is full of golden light.

Under the golden light, the Badals kneeling on the ground flew up.

They flew into every inch of light.

They seem to have stepped into the kingdom of Buddha.

They have achieved their fulfillment.

Badal's body swelled again, a bloody head grew on the left side, a black head grew on the right side, and a human-like skull still grew on the back, with twelve arms extending from each part of the body. The director came out, holding a vajra pestle, vajra prong, vajra sword, prayer wheel, hair wheel, bodhi leaf, etc. on each arm.

When everything stopped, Badar had already covered the sky.

From the perspective of old monks and Taoist priests, the whole sky is Badal.

Just like the gods and Buddhas in real myths.

It's going to kill the whole green vine.

It wants everyone in Luteng City to become its believers.

It's going to live another life.

Suo Ming mantra blurted out in a more special way.

But it was interrupted by the old Taoist's shout.

"Stealing incense with dragon energy is really crooked, no wonder you are neither fish nor fowl."

The old Taoist said, snorted coldly, and drew out his sword.

He is ready to fight to the death.

The old monk carefully took off his coat.